Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard when they away the trains
And one run a week comes on roaring down that lane
So, all he's got to worry 'bout is

I come by in the evening to 'bout where he's been
He says, Come on sit down kid, where I begin?
He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his
But he saves the story of his Corey for the last

And he says, "My Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like I told you, when she you she enfolds you in her world"

I was quite surprised to find out all the places he knew
And so I the towns folk if his stories were true
Well said, Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life
He's never had a woman, let a wife

And very soon find out as you check around
That no one named ever lived in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the that I had heard
Well he smiled and said, is only just a word

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like I told you, she holds you she enfolds you in her world

I came by one but he did not hear my shout
I looked in the and I saw the fire was out
When he not wake up I forced in the door
And I saw that old John Joseph would stories no more

The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were
Me and the gravedigger we the parson's prayer
He said, We not grieve for this man
For we know God cares

They put the cold dirt him and left me on my own
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not
So I said, If you're a relative, he had a end
That's when she said, My name is Corey you can say I'm just a

Corey's coming, no more sad coming
My coming aren't you girl?
And like I told you, when she you she enfolds you in her world

So, the old man's story, I'm glad you came tonight
To see a busted down old railroad yard makes a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man would out here alone
the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones

And I confess I get to the old man a bit
And there's one reason I guess I could admit

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like he me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her world